Writing For Joy

We have just been on a holiday to the upper part of the English Lake District, taking in the Coastal harbours. Not far away maybe, but a bre...

Pigeon in a goldfish bowl? No, I could not be that cruel. But he looks comfortable enough. A sunny day. A walk into town. I took photographs...

It is a great season with so many flowers coming out to cheer even the dullest of days. But the trees too have a beauty and grace that warm ...

May is a lovely time of the year. Of course, I say that about most of the months! In England every month has its special features. I feel gr...

A poem by Gladys Hobson The joys of teaching They come in the night, and daytime too — Dreams and nightmares of many a hue. We shake them of...

The Daffy Squirrel! A while ago I wrote about a squirrel playing with a stick. Now my hubby caught one playing with a daffodil. Rolling on i...

Threatening Rain Heavy rain threatened today but the garden needs it. Against the dark sky the beauty of the countryside is made manifest. I...